They call it cabin fever: the point when your roommates, your family, and/or your beloved pet have exhausted their company in your presence, and you’ve begun to consider them as no more than a decorative accent, like a fern, or a recycled canoe paddle.

You depleted your entire supply of Easy Mac, you’ve blown through five seasons of “Breaking Bad,” and you finally accepted your great aunt Mildred’s FarmVille request on Facebook, because that’s actually starting to sound like not such a bad idea… and did we mention there’s more snow coming on Friday?

Just don’t forget, we’re all in this together. We just probably won’t see each other again until April.